I’m all for girls getting themselves off. Use me, I don’t mind, but my dick wasn’t even hard, and she was acting as if I was balls deep inside, hitting her G-spot.
“What the…” Liam trails off as we approach his door, which is right next to mine.
“Is that?” I laugh. “Holy shit, it is,” I say, spotting the hot pink thong hanging off his door handle. “Normally, that means do not disturb your roommate, but we know good and damn well Tanner doesn’t have a girl in there.” I carefully grab the material by the stringy edge and hold it up.
“What’s that? There’s writing on it,” Liam notes, squinting to read. He likely doesn’t want to get too close.
I lean in, and my eyes bulge at the same time Liam lets out a terrifying squeal. Written in black Sharpie across the front of the thong isProperty of Liam Campbell.I bark out a laugh, but it’s quickly cut off when I look closer. Too close. And notice what appears to be a wet spot on the crotch.
“Ugh!” I fling the underwear and jump back ten feet, wiping my hand on my jeans. “Those have been worn. Recently.”
Liam’s face twists in horror. “Who the...” He spins around, checking the halls, but no one else is around. How the hell they knew exactly which door was his is both impressive and scary.
“They’re wet, man. Someone wore those, got all turned-on, then put them on your door! Ew!”
Liam tugs at his unruly curls and kicks the underwear with his shoe. “I’m not touching those.”
“Leave them for housekeeping. That’s wild, dude. Someone wants you bad.” He checks over his shoulder again, looking uneasy. I pat his back. “Night, buddy. Lock your door.” I watch him use his shirt to open his door, and I cackleto myself. But as soon as I’m in my room, I take the hottest shower known to man and scrub my fingers so hard I think I peel a layer of skin off.
11
ELLIE
“I can’t waituntil you’re here,” I sigh, staring at Liv through the screen of my phone.
“Me too. Not much longer.”
I nod. I’ve been counting down the days. The guys are great, but I need another female around. I’m starting to lose my mind with all this testosterone. When I’m not surrounded by that, I’m alone, and I hate being alone. I’m a social butterfly whose wings have been clipped. My only friends right now are the guys, and though I love them, it’s not the same. I need girl time.
“Is Pacey excited?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, she can’t wait.”
Pacey is Penn’s little sister, who came into our circle a little after we met the band. She got out of a nasty relationship and overcame addiction, and I’m so glad she did. I can’t wait to spend more time with her. She’s quickly becoming one of my favorite people.
“I can’t either. Whatcha working on?” Liv holds up her latest project.It’s not finished, but I can already tell what it is. My heart aches in the best way for my girl. “Penn’s guitar?”
She smiles sheepishly. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. It’s so cute!”
“I’m making it into a pillow so I can sleep with it while he’s gone. But I’m also making a miniature version for our bookshelf. I’m going to surprise him with it when he’s home.”
“You’re so talented, Liv. How are the shop plans coming along?”
She puts down her yarn and adjusts the phone, curling up on the couch. “It’s coming. There’s so many things that just pop up and I never feel prepared for them. But my dad’s been really helpful. I was worried that he’d want to charge in and take over, but so far, he’s stood back and gently guided me unless I ask for help.”
“That’s great.” Liv’s parents have always been overly involved in her life, even from thousands of miles away. It was like she was stuck living under their shadow. Then she met Penn. I truly believe her falling for him was the best thing that ever happened to her. She came out of her shell, stopped being such a pushover, and is chasing her dream. I’m so happy for her.
“Yeah,” she sighs. “Things are good. Even my mom has expressed an interest. I think she just wants to make sure I’m not going to go bankrupt my first year and embarrass the family name.” She laughs a little, but I shake my head.
“I’m sure that’s not true. But if it is, fuck her. You’re going to do great, I know it.”
“Anyway,” she says, “tell me, how’s tour life? Any crazy stories to share?” She asks me this at least once a week, and every time I have the same answer—a depressing “no.”
“Unfortunately, any fun that’s being had is without me.”
“Aw, I’m sorry. No cute venue guys or anything?”
